Legacy of Spyro: Resurrection
By: VanishingPointRacing
(I do not own the Spyro franchise)
So many reviews for the first and second parts, you Spyro fans are a true blessing. As promised, the third installment. Please keep the reviews coming I will be more than happy to answer any questions any of you have for me. As promised: Legacy of Spyro: Resurrection.
Prologue
"Hey, how's the most beautiful dragoness alive doing?" Ember asked as she tried to communicate with Cynder through the large boulder which blocked the cave entrance, no answer.
"Don't answer her Cynder," thought the black dragoness as she held her tears back with all the strength she could muster up. "As long as you keep everyone you know at a distance they you won't have to show them your tears for Spyro."
"You can't do this forever Cynder," Ember said as she rested her head on the smooth boulder. "You can't keep yourself locked up like this; Spyro wouldn't have wanted this from you!" Cynder quivered under her beloved husband's name as she knew deep down Ember was telling the truth.
"You don't understand Ember," Cynder said as she finally slid the boulder from the entrance of the cave, squinting her eyes in the early morning sunlight as her pupils struggled to adjust to the sunlight which she had not seen for a whole month. "We were supposed to have a family together, now, we can't. He's dead and I can't even avenge him now, Draikor is dead as well."
"Did you see the body?" Ember asked as Cynder shook her head.
"No, nor Draikor's I'm afraid," said Cynder as she gave Ember a hug, hoping their friendship would smooth the pain as tears formed in her eyes. "I figured the two fell into the volcano, trying to push one of them into the lava."
"Then there is a chance he is still alive, maybe you're overthinking this." Ember said as she released her best friend from her arms.
"I hope you're right," Cynder said as she rubbed her stomach in an attempt to comfort herself as the egg formed slowly inside of her womb. "There's something I've wanted to tell you since Spyro left with Hunter for the Water of Forgiveness."
"What might that be?" Ember said with a smile as Cynder allowed a small smile creep across her face while hiding her face. "I've been pregnant for about two months now, the egg is almost formed."
"Are you serious; this is wonderful news!" Ember chanted as she wrapped Cynder in an extremely tight hug, causing Cynder to blush as she felt happiness, something which she hadn't felt in an extremely long time.
"Don't name it 'Lucky' for dear sake, Flame is relentless with that name sometimes," Ember said jokingly as she and Cynder couldn't stop smiling. "Do you have a name for is if it's a girl?"
"I haven't found any good names in this one book of girl names I've been reading lately, they all seem too original," Cynder said as she smiled. "Clover, Lucky, Scorch, they're all taken. I was thinking of Scarlet at one point."
"Sounds like a wonderful name, what if it's a boy?" Ember asked, more curious than ever.
"Well, I kind of let Spyro decide that name, he did have a pretty catchy couple of names for him," Cynder said with a smile as she looked to the skies. "He mentioned the name Blade at one point, and then another time he mentioned Swift. At one point he even woke up in the middle of the night and told me the name Ash. The one name I fell in love with in an instant, however, was Skyro."
"He wanted a name close to his I see," Ember said with a smile as she opened her wings. "I have to get back soon, are you going to lock yourself away again or are you going to enjoy life?"
"I'm going to Warfang, I need an exam for the egg development," Cynder said as she pushed the boulder back in front of the cave entrance. "I'm due any day now to lay and I rather it be kept there than any place else for the time being."
"Do you expect trouble?" Ember said, curious of Cynder's problem as Cynder opened her wings as well.
"I don't know for sure," Cynder said as she stood next to Ember. "I just feel something bad is about to happen. Must be me thinking about the egg's safety too much, that's all."
"Must be, it'll blow over," Ember said as she took to the skies. "You should fly sometime soon, goodbye!" Cynder waved politely as she began to fly towards Warfang, hoping that her egg was perfectly healthy.
Chapter One: City of Strangers
The city of Warfang seemed as busy as ever with Moles and Cheetahs and many other races of civilians bustling about their day as Cynder walked through the main gates into the city. She could feel the eyes of every resident burn into her soul as she made her way through the crowded marketplace. Unable to decipher all of the conversations among the inhabitants, Cynder knew most of them were of her.
One time or another, Cynder thought she heard someone say, "I thought she died a long time ago."
Another said something close to, "No, she probably couldn't handle the pain of the outside world knowing that Spyro is gone."
"I wouldn't blame her, poor dear." A lady Cheetah said as Cynder ignored the gossip.
"They wouldn't know how much it hurts to hear them gossip about me." Cynder thought in annoyance as she neared the Dragon Temple. The temple seemed gloomier than she remembered as she pushed open the large, decorative wooden doors which lead to the main hall which was decorated with portraits of dragons and other creatures as Cynder began to walk to the stairs which lead to the Dragon Study.
"Hey Cynder, I can't believe it's you!" Cynder whipped herself around to the voice of a Cheetah warrior who was guarding the main temple entrance.
"Yeah, I know, it's me," Cynder said with a half-smile as she turned to the warrior who was approaching her. "Are the Guardians in the Dragon Study right now?"
"Only Volteer, why do you ask if you don't mind my interference," said the Cheetah warrior as he bowed his head. "My name is Archer by the way, excuse my rudeness."
"You are excused my friend, I need to talk to Volteer about Spyro… if anything has been learned from Draikor's ritual if it will come to pass." Cynder explained as Archer nodded his head.
"Aye, Volteer was talking to Terrador about Draikor no more than a mere hour ago," Archer said as he switched his spear from his left hand to his right. "You shouldn't allow me to keep you waiting, please proceed." In a quick bow, the Cheetah warrior was back to his guard post in a mere few seconds as Cynder smiled and continued her way towards the Dragon City.
"I guess there are some people who don't see me as a threat," Cynder said to herself as she began to climb up the decorative spiral stairs to the Dragon Study. "I hope the Guardians don't freak out when they see me." Cynder chuckled to herself as she found herself entering a small hallway which had a more elaborately carved wooden door as Cydner soon found herself entering the Dragon Study.
"I wouldn't believe it with my own eyes," Volteer said in shock as he saw Cynder enter the room. "I would never have thought that you would return."
"I never left, I just needed some time alone," Cynder said as she closed the decorative doors behind her. "Has there been any sighting of Draikor or Spyro?" Volteer's head began to hang low as he handed Cynder a folded piece of paper.
"He cornered one of our Mole letter carriers while he was making his way through the forests, you might want to read this as well." Volteer said as Cynder examined the piece of paper.
Citizens of Warfang,
It has begun, your days are limited. Prepare for the inevitable.
-Draikor
"Where's that Mole at, the one who delivered the letter?" Cynder asked as she crumbled the piece of paper in her fist.
"He caught ill I'm afraid," Volteer said as he sat up from his desk." I don't know how long he has to live; he looks like he's near death as we speak. Draikor must have infected him with some kind of disease to render him useless for information on Draikor's whereabouts."
"Allow me to see him, now." Cynder demanded as Volteer shook his head.
"No, you might become infected as well." Volteer said as Cynder's anger began to boil.
"I WANT TO SEE HIM NOW," Cynder yelled as Volteer flinched in surprise. "I NEED TO KNOW WHERE DRAIKOR IS! I'VE BEEN LOCKED INSIDE OF MY CAVE FOR WEEKS PLOTTING MY REVENGE AGAINST THAT MANIAC; TELL ME WHERE THAT MOLE IS NOW!"
"Very well Cynder, just be warned, he may still be conta-" before Volteer could finish his sentence, Cyril burst through the study doors, shocked at first to see Cynder.
"The Mole letter carrier is dead and Terrador found something most disturbing," Cyril said as Volteer and Cynder turned to listen. "Terrador reported a very strong demonic aura emit from the north, it has to be Draikor. What we feared most is coming to pass."
"You don't mean the demonic plague which you told about before, right?" Volteer asked as Cyril nodded his head slowly.
"The 'Demon Plague', one plague which will bring about reckoning of good," Cynder said as she remembered Draikor's plan. "He's going to use every demon locked away in the Forbidden Realm to resurrect all of the warriors from long ago during the Dark Days war."
"Do you have any idea what type of power Draikor would boast when his forces are resurrected?" Cyril said as Cynder nodded once.
"Enough to destroy the world or enough to rewrite our way of life as it is." Volteer said as Cynder shook her head.
"Do any of you know if Spyro is still alive?" Cynder said, hoping for a yes.
"We don't know my dear," Cyril said as he looked towards the balcony. "But we all know we desperately need him, especially now." Cynder hung her head low as the early morning began to slip away into evening.
"I am the current of power, the harbinger of devastation and civilization," said Spyro as he stood in total concentration among the middle of the Shadow Forest as he was hopelessly surrounded by Hero Orcs. "I am the lightning in the rain, the thunder which booms through the storm's most devastating state. I am fire to ice as electricity is to water."
"Kill him as he and Cynder killed us, make him pay!" Yelled one of the Hero Orcs in their language as Spyro's eyes opened, showing the emotionless yellow tinted eyes as his body pulsated a dark, menacing purple.
"They're surrounding you," Spyro thought as he spun around quickly. "Ice Tail if they get to close."
"Two Bowman Orcs in the trees above you my son." Malefor said in Spyro's mind as Spyro shot a quick glance towards the trees and saw the red eyes of the Bowman Orcs.
"Now Ice Tail before they fire!" Spyro thought as he whipped his muscular tail around swiftly as his ice element covered his tail in a thick, but sharp sword made of ice as the two Bowman Orcs fired. The two arrows zinged through the air as Spyro whipped his tail into the two deadly arrows, sending them into the ground as he smashed the Ice Sword into the ground which caused it to break into tiny fragments as Spyro smirked with disgust.
"Don't tell me this is all the revenge and hatred you have for me, you could at least try to cut me!" Spyro taunted as he sent two powerful bolts of electricity up into the trees where the Bowman Orcs where hiding, killing them instantly as he then used his earth element and slammed his front paws into the ground, causing a small tremor to knock the remaining Hero Orcs off balance while Spyro blew intense flames towards two of the Hero Orcs.
"It burns, the pain, make it stop!" Yelled one of the Hero Orcs as Spyro drove his horns into it's chest and flung it over his head and into the forest while he allowed the other burning Hero Orc burn to death.
"Don't waste my time talking to me about pain," Spyro said in an angry tone as he stared the remaining four Hero Orcs who began to charge towards him. "I had to leave the one whom I love the most a long time ago because of creatures like you!" Spyro then unleashed a powerful beam of Convexital energy which ripped through the Hero Orcs, disintegrating them as Spyro lifted his head and roared at the top of his lungs.
"Calm yourself my son," Malefor said as he appeared before Spyro in his spiritual form. "Don't allow the Dark Magic to feed off the Convexital energy inside of you nor your anger or you will lose control of yourself."
The black aura began to fade from hos scales and the crimson white eyes faded with Convexity as well, but Spyro's body had turned a more darker, menacing purple and his eyes held a dark yellow tint among the whiteness of his eyes due to the Dark Magic which he absorbed from the Dark Magic crystal one month earlier as he breathed deeply to calm himself. The power seemed limitless to Spyro as he came back to his senses.
"I almost lost it again, this is the third time this month this has happened," Spyro said as he slowed his breathing while trying to clear his mind. "What's happening to me?"
"Draikor, he's beginning his assault on this world with the Demon Plague here soon," Spyro's eyes cringed in anger as Malefor continued. "Your anger and obsession with Draikor is causing the Dark Magic to want to take over you when your emotional state is at the weakest point. Your wounds and weariness you've been exposed to for this past month is over now. Your training is complete… you need to leave back to Warfang now."
"Everybody thinks I'm dead and I don't think the Guardians will take to kindly to my appearance, the Dark Magic has changed how I look and they will notice this change." Spyro said as Malefor nodded his head.
"You must return however, the people need you." Malefor said as Spyro nodded his head.
"Goodbye father, Cynder, I'm coming home." Spyro said as he opened his wings and flew up through the dark trees and into the blinding sunlight a Malefor disappeared from view. Spyro's eyes slowly adjusted to the blinding sunrays as he looked towards the South, the Volcano of Cripyro seemed ancient and ragged in the distance as he pushed towards Warfang.
A question kept clawing at the back of Spyro's mind as he flew steadily towards Warfang, how would Cynder react to his new found power?
